We will dwell, if we win home ever, in love and loyalty.
Behold, Lord King, is Volker to thee not faithful-souled?
Nobly he earneth guerdon of thy silver and thy gold!
His viol-bow goeth cleaving the adamant steel in twain,
And the gemmed helm-crests are shattered and scattered in flashing rain.
Never beheld I minstrel stand such a lord of the fray
As Volker the thane hath proved him on this his glory-day.
Hark, how through helm and shield-plate his measures clash and gride!
He shall yet wear kingly raiment, and goodly steeds bestride.”
So fought they on, till of Hunfolk that in that hall had been